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Sharkbait

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The First City Zoo was always a busy place. Individuals from every corner of the Imperium came to see the most obscure creatures from all the distant sectors of the known galaxy, some specimens so rare that they perhaps no longer existed anywhere else. History claimed that the Prime Imperator herself had established it during the ascendency of the first dynasty, all those centuries ago, as a sanctuary for forms of endangered life from many a fallen world.

Now, it was a matter of national pride. Anybody who was anybody had visited at some point.

Tour groups bustled and teemed from one exhibit to the next, every creature observed and explained to the meandering crowds by the finest experts in the zoo's employ.

One particular group approached a habitat which could only be described as a tropical coastal paradise, crystal clear waters lapping at a faux desert island beach complete with small jungle of trees towards its interior. The viewing ports at the front of the enclosure permitted a clear view of both the sandy beachfront and the underwater vista of the recreated ocean.

Little brightly-coloured fish swam with idle disinterests in the shallows there, but they were not by any means the main attraction. No, the creature the crowds were there to see was currently laid atop a rock outcrop, beach to one side and deeper water surrounding the other three edges, the strange life-form apparently basking in the sunlight.

"And this is the very rare sharktopus, a hybrid species from Earth." The tour-guide explained to the captive audience as they spread themselves around the viewing ports, "She displays traits from at least three different and distinct Orders. Her genetic make-up is quite fascinating."

Dozens of beady little eyes peered through the glass at the creature. She - as the guide had described her - was as much a portmanteau in physical form as the name she'd been given implied. At first glance she could've been a bipedal primate simply lying on a rock, the standard hominidae limb, trunk and head combination obvious to even the most inexperienced of zoological amateurs. The similarities, however, ended there. The shape of her head, the streamlined snout, and a predatory gaze that looked back at the crowd with a confident nonchalance were all clearly shark-like in origin. She even seemed to possess what ought to have been a tail, ending in a large fin - indeed it appeared to have several stabilising fins to aid in swimming - except that it seemed to end in what could only be described as a sucker-covered palm. The entire underside of the tail seemed adorned with suckers. That may have seemed odd were it not for the four sucker-laden tentacles that also extended from her back, long and clearly quite dextrous, though at present strewn out and lolling idly in the heat. The lower pair, much like her feet, hung over the edge of the rock upon which the creature lay, teasing the water playfully.

The audience she'd accrued watched her idleness with rapt attention.

"She's from the same world as those humans we saw?" one of the visitors asked.

"The very same." The tour guide nodded, "This species is actually_so_ rare that very few are found in captivity. Even on Earth, in their native habitat, they are seldom seen in the wild."

"Why are they so rare?" another asked.

"The entire species is female."

That seemed to draw a few stares and mumbled questions from the group.

"Then how do they reproduce?"

"From what little we know the female lures a male from any compatible species and takes him for a mate." The guide recalled from memory, "The courtship, if you could even call it that, seems to last anywhere from hour to weeks, during which time the male fertilises the female's eggs. When she is ready she will lay her eggs underwater - the species is semi-aquatic, though fully aquatic at birth. A few months later the offspring hatch and spend the next few years of their life with the mother. Unfortunately that's about all we know."

A youngish child amongst the group, who had been on tiptoes to see over the watery depths of the habitat, spoke up, "What's a compatible species?"

Their guide chuckled, "Well from what we can gather, any of the "sentient" species from Earth are genetically compatible. Cetaceans, primates, some molluscs, and so on. Unfortunately all those species are rather rare these days, at least since the natural disaster on Earth we mentioned earlier on in the tour."

"Is she sentient?" One of the adults asked, pointing at the alien creature.

"Very much so." The guide nodded, "In fact she's probably watching you right now, learning."

They all turned to look back at the basking sharktopus. Her gaze was directed towards them, but she still appeared largely indifferent. A few moments later she seemed to stretch all of her limbs as she lay atop the rock, settling down with a wide, toothy yawn after a few further moments.

"What are those strange mounds on its upper body?"

"We're not entirely sure." The guide was loathe to admit, "From what we've seen they can be used to feed the species' young, as you would find in some mammalian species. But rather bizarrely, they also seem to attract undue attention from certain primate species, especially humans. Our scientists haven't been able to explain this fully as of yet, but they could be a visual cue to initiate mating, representing sexual maturity."

The crowd seemed to be wowed by the revelation, watching the creature with renewed interest. She seemed to be using a tentacle to scratch one her legs.

"From what we can tell this female is actually larger in proportion to most of her species. We're not sure why this would happen. It could be environmental factors from her time as a laboratory specimen to the difference in gravity between her natural habitat and here. What we do know for sure is that she is in her prime. We've been having her interact with various other Earth species in the hopes that she would reproduce so we could better preserve the species, but thus far nothing has taken. Instead she's treated all of the offered mates as food."

"How barbaric!" one of the group sounded truly aghast.

"Indeed. But a fascinating species nonetheless." The guide shook his head for a moment, as if clearing his thoughts, "Shall we move on to our next?"

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Galeia sighed heavily as yet another tour group passed her by. She didn't really mind the Eibonians. They were a generous enough people who paid good mind to her care - her current "habitat" was a testament to that - and they had been even when she'd been nothing more than an experiment in one of their labs, though they did tend to regard all other forms of intelligence as somewhat beneath their own. She supposed that was why she was a mere curiosity in a zoo rather than any actual part of their society.

She just wished they'd _stop_trying to force her to breed. Sure, it was her season - one of many - and she had no objections to the concept in itself. But they were going about it all wrong. Not that they'd listen to what she had to say even if she'd told them. Their habit of throwing a feral octopus or shark into her enclosure's waters had been a generous enough gesture (they were absolutely delicious, after all), but what the Eibonians thought was a potential mate for her was in fact little more than an opportunity for the sharktopus to hone her hunting skills. Hopefully they'd figure it out and toss her a human, or perhaps even one of the truly self-aware octopi species? Not just some random feral from Grog only knew where.

Maybe then she'd consider it.

Until that happened all she could do was spend her time between lazing about in the water and out of sight, or basking in the warmth of Eibonia's twin suns, getting ogled by the indigenous as some kind of novelty. Staying by the shore seemed to draw more attention - the locals clearly preferred exhibits that they could actually see - and she was happy enough to oblige, though from time to time she did enjoy indulging in a little bit of aquatic acrobatics. It would've been easy enough to just lay there and look gorgeous, which was something she was very proficient at. But beneath the water she was a creature of pure, fluid grace, unmatched by anything else the Eibonians had in their zoo - at least, unmatched by anything within walking distance of her enclosure.

A small smirk of mischief played across her lips. Her keepers seemed oblivious to the fact that she could escape her own habitat. Just a simple climb over the wall and she could have completely free reign. Not that she'd ever venture out during the day, of course. With people around she'd probably start a panic, and then even that small mote of freedom would be snatched away forever. But when the place was completely empty she could come and go as she pleased, taking care to be back before anybody would notice her gone. Galeia didn't want to anger those who fed her. But the habitat was so... Unstimulating. Maybe that was fine for the common fish, but sometimes she needed more, and she just couldn't resist the temptation of an easy escape and a little adventure.

A shame there weren't more of her own kind around, really. Maybe then she could've had some real fun?

In all honesty, she hadn't seen another of her kind since her days back in the spawning grounds. Still, she'd encountered many other species in her time, and she knew from the reactions of the ones she could _feel_she was compatible with that she had a lot going on. The humans especially seemed drawn to her, eyes enraptured by her curves and exotic form, the primates invariably drawn to try and touch her. They were very tactile creatures at time (something she'd also learned in the lab), and that wasn't something she'd minded in the slightest.

There had been one human male at the labs who'd held her attentions in particular. For a while, at least. The technicians had trained him as a cleaner, doing all the little housekeeping jobs they didn't want to do themselves. Feeding specimens, clearing out their cages or tanks, administering basic medicines - menial tasks that were beneath them.

The first time she'd met the human he had proven very wary of her, overly cautious. It made sense to be careful when stepping into the lair of a natural predator, she'd supposed. He had been the first primate she'd ever seen up close, though, and that had certainly piqued her curiosity. Through careful patience and slow action she'd allowed him to build up his confidence in her presence. She'd done little more than watch him and keep her distance at first whilst he'd done whatever he'd needed to do.

She'd worked hard on getting the biped to be comfortable around her until he more or less stopped paying her any real mind at all. What began as keeping a wary distance whilst going about his business faded to the point where he'd work around her without a seeming care in the world. The first time he came within range of one of her tentacles she'd lazily lifted it up (slowly so as to not scare him) and poked him in the back. He'd been startled at first. But when nothing came of it he'd just carried on.

As far as Galeia was concerned that was the ice broken.

Things had still progressed excruciatingly slowly from there, up until the point where she'd actually managed to coax him into a conversation. It felt like a huge breakthrough to have the human treat her like a person rather than just an animal to be wary of.

Acquaintance led to friendship. Friendship became flirting. Flirting became... More. A more she had thoroughly enjoyed, until one of the technicians had caught the pair in the deepest throes of a particularly personal moment, enjoying the more that their friendship had led to.

After that Galeia had never seen the human again. She'd been inconsolable for months, and highly uncooperative with her researchers, refusing to engage in any of their physical or mental experiments. There was no way for them to force her to co-operate. That fact was probably one of the reasons she'd been transferred to the zoo not too shortly afterward, no longer of any use. The zoo was where she'd been in the years since.

She still held tightly onto her fonder memories.

Sometimes, she even allowed herself to enjoy them - especially during her spawning season. The vivid recollections could really stoke her fire.

One of her tentacles idly traced itself across her stomach as her mind wandered, up from her bellybutton, along the underside curve of a breast. It tickled her soft, rough skin in the most delightful of ways. Galeia contemplated the tender little kisses her suckers could've gifted if she wanted to put action to her thoughts.

The sound of a heavy metallic door behind her being unlocked derailed her intention, catching her by surprise. Galeia's keepers were heading into her enclosure. One of the first things she'd learned at the zoo was that when the keepers entered they expected her to keep well out of their way unless they called to her directly. The Eibonians were naturally quite wary in the direct vicinity of predatory species, being natural prey animals themselves - not that they looked all that tasty to her. Too much bone and far too little meat.

So, with the slightest of shoves from her tentacles, she slipped off her rocky perch and quietly into the cooling water below, all the little fish dashing for cover as their apex predator returned.

Feeling the water against her gills again was always a revitalising experience, though she didn't exhale from her lungs, the added air aiding in keeping her buoyant. She was quick to set just beneath the surface, only her eyes and ears staying above water so she could see and hear what the keepers were actually up to.

They weren't bringing her food - her habitat was still fully stocked. It wasn't cleaning day either.

As she watched intently two of the zookeepers ushered in a somewhat fearful looking human. It was twice their height, though probably a bit shorter than she. No doubt the biped was stronger than the handlers too, though it seemed placid enough. There was no sign of resistance, though its anxiety was obvious in the creature's body language.

Galeia lifted her head out of the water slightly so that she could get a better impression, now able to pick up a distinctly male scent. It was definitely a he. She could make out his musk even from the water. There was also the faintest wisp of coppery blood, though it wasn't something she recognised as human. Perhaps he'd recently been fed? She knew they were omnivores. Perhaps his last meal of meat had been exceedingly fresh?

The keepers brought him as far forwards as the sandy beach before they turned and headed out of the habitat, securing the door behind them. The human just watched them leave, then looked around, completely lost.

So, they'd brought her a potential mate?

"Is this my new enclosure?" Galeia could hear him ask as he seemed to take in his surroundings. After a moment he took a step closer to the water.

"No, it's mine." Galeia replied, deciding to make herself known as she swam to shore. When she reached the shallows, her feet touching bottom, she walked casually out of the water. The human's eyes visibly widened when they fell upon her.

"You... You're an Earthling?" he seemed surprised.

"Though I don't much remember Earth." Galeia admitted with a nod.

"I do." He seemed saddened, "I was taken... Three years ago."

The man seemed lost in thought, so Galeia afforded herself the opportunity to size him up, pacing in a slow circle. He quickly became aware of what she was doing, the scent of his momentary fear strangely pleasing as it caught Galeia's senses, though not quite the response she was actually looking for.

"So... Um..." he sounded very nervous, "Am I here as your food?"

Galeia was quiet for a moment as she passed around behind him, one of her tentacles tracing lightly across his shoulder. The human visibly flinched, so she withdrew her touch.

"No." Galeia spoke after a moment or two of thought, "I'm not usually inclined to eat humans. Too gamey." she offered a grin overflowing with teeth.

He chuckled nervously, "So why am I here?"

His eyes were very carefully watching the way she moved as she came back around the front of him.

"They're trying to get me to mate."

He seemed very confused, "But... We're not the same species?"

Galeia struggled to contain her amusement, "Never met a sharktopus before, huh?"

"My people lived in the highlands."

That explained a lot, "Ah. No tropical waters?"

The man shook his head.

"Bummer." She leaned forwards so that her snout almost touched his nose, "We are compatible, you and I."

This time he gulped, "Does that mean... We're going to have sex?"

One of her tentacles lightly brushed his leg, "I had considered it." she admitted as another of her dextrous appendages traced down his arm, "I am in season. Having a male so close by does sort of stoke my fire."

He visibly gulped, then looked her up and down, his eyes taking in her naked form. They lingered a moment in all the usual places, Galeia noted. He seemed quite interested in her, if a bit reluctant. She didn't think that he would take much convincing at all.

"See anything you like?" she hummed.

The human nodded very quickly.

"Come closer." She urged with hungry eyes.

He seemed a bit uncertain.

The tentacle that had been at his arm untangled itself and worked its way up to his shoulder, the little suckers taking a grasp of his skin for the first time, causing him to shudder. She was gentle, but firm, her grip only as strong as it needed to be. Her appendage snaked its way around his head, suckers clasping his cheek and covering his mouth in a way that would prevent him from giving off so much as a whimper.

"What if I told you your life depended on it?" She whispered with a wicked grin.

An inner turmoil lit up the human's eyes, a cacophony of emotion there to be seen. The momentary panic that flared in his expression was delicious, sating the need of Galeia's more predatory instincts. It was clear that he wasn't sure if she was being serious or just teasing. So he complied, moving closer, left with no option of escape.

Close enough at last, the sharktopus slipped her arms casually around his neck, her lower two tentacles wrapping themselves around his waist and pulling him to her so that they stood pelvis to pelvis in an embrace that must have been intimidating in the extreme. She could feel him shake.

Her two upper tentacles coiled around his arms, pulling his hands to the flare of her hips and leaving them there.

She leaned in and licked his ear, "I don't believe I caught your name."

"R-Rake."

Oh, he was scared alright. But she'd soon work that out of him.

"Well, Rake, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Galeia. I warn you, I may bite." She whispered into his ear, making him shiver, "But I never chew..." She punctuated her point by biting into the top of his ear. He whimpered as her sharp teeth nipped at his skin. But she made sure to not do any real harm. It was enough for her that he simply _feel_it.

One thing he could sure feel was the way her tentacles slowly walked their way down his body, the two at his waist snaking down and around his thighs. Her grip wasn't in any way uncomfortable or unpleasant, but it was clear to Rake that she was in control. He was fully ensnared.

She had a distinctly predatory look in her eyes, and to be honest it scared him.

Rake swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, "W-what are you going to do?"

Her smirk was lasciviousness incarnate, "I'm going to drag you into the shallows and I'm going to have my way with you."

He blushed profusely.

Galeia ushered her captive charge over to the rock she'd been basking on earlier, encouraging him to sit whist she disengaged herself from him and slipped casually into the water.

"Come on." she urged.

Rake was slow to sit, but under the sharktopus' scrutinous gaze he lowered himself onto the rock. Testingly, he dipped his toe into the water. It was cool, heated only by the sunlight, but not uncomfortably so. One of Galatea's tentacles shot forwards beneath the surface and wrapped itself around his submerged ankle, another moving through the air and catching his wrists, binding them together too quickly for him to protest. Rake's panic returned as what was happening dawned on him.

With a firm tug Galeia pulled him into the water.

He was quick to resurface, spluttering and gasping for air.

The sharktopus leisurely swam over, giggling softly to herself. It earned her an admonishing frown from the human.

"Oh, don't give me that look..." she purred as she slipped her arms around him again, her tentacles wrapping him up in an embrace that left him pinned between her body and the rock at his back.

The kiss that followed as the space between them closed to nothing was insistent against Rake's lips, but he was happy to return it, misgivings evaporating in the heat of the moment. Her tongue was as rough as her skin and it easily forced its way between his lips, aggressively assailing his mouth. He tried to fight back with his own, feeling the sharp rows of her teeth with the tip of his tongue.

He felt one of her tentacles at the covering the Eibonians had given him to wear around his crotch. Galeia didn't remove the article so much as destroy it. She simply wrapped her appendage around the waistline and pulled, ripping it asunder without much effort at all and discarded it to sink to the bottom of her lagoon.

A moment in which Rake considered complaining about the interminable destruction of his last hope for modesty came and then promptly went as a dextrous tentacle wrapped itself around what happily became his hardening length.

He moaned into Galeia's lips as their kiss endured, "The Eibonians will see..."

Even to his own ears it sounded like a complaint devoid of all conviction - his heart just wasn't in it. Still, he felt Galeia's lips smile against his own.

"Let them." She purred, "We're just animals to them."

Looking over her shoulder he could already see a crowd of zoo-goers gathering around the viewing points at the pool-side perimeter of the habitat, the strange little aliens no doubt wondering if they were witnessing a feeding or some such display. They would have a clear view of everything that went on both above and below the waterline.

Galeia's current position obscured most of Rake's form from their view, but some distant and easily dismissed part of his mind wondered precisely how long that would last.

He was about to say something else but the sharktopus' lips enforced his silence, a tentacle working diligently at his length all the while, the suckers like so many lips wrestling eagerly for position everywhere from tip to root.

Galeia pulled back from their kiss, but not too far, allowing her ensnared human a precious moment of air, "I'm sure by now you're beginning to realise the added bonus of a girl with eight limbs." She whispered.

Two arms around his neck, fingertips caressing the hair at the back of his head; a tentacle encircling his waist; two more he could feel coiled around his legs, holding them in place; the final touch of carnal sweetness stimulating his sensitive arousal.

He could appreciate _everything_in that one moment.

"You want to know something interesting about sharktopus tentacles? Other than how flexible they are?" As if to emphasise her point she loosened her grip on him and pirouetted in the water without once letting go of his length, recapturing his entire body again as she came back to face him, "The suckers. Hundreds of them. Each one a tiny little kiss against your skin."

She sent a rippling wave through the length of each limb, a dozen of her suckers at a time releasing from his skin with a gentle pop, only to attach themselves again a moment later. It was like a sensuous full-body massage of butterfly kisses.

"More than that, though, they also taste. I know what prey I've caught without even having to see it. Right now, you're my prey." She closed the gap between them to nothing, her entire body pressing against his, skin like fine sandpaper, though still uniquely soft and pleasant to the touch. Warm breath tickled his ear as she spoke, "And I have to say, you taste delicious."

Rake groaned as she squeezed his length a little tighter.

"I think we're ready."

She flicked her tongue across his lips before pulling him into another silencing kiss. Galeia used her tail as a support against the sandy seabed, lifting herself up and part way out of the water. She was quick to wrap her legs around her human prey, casting her two upper tentacles over Rake's shoulders and using them to anchor herself against the rock at his back so they wouldn't overbalance and fall. She wasn't sure Rake could have supported them both alone.

That meant releasing his length for a brief instance, but one of the appendages that had coiled around one of her human's legs was quick to remedy that situation, proving no less stimulating to the helpless male than the first.

Galeia found herself now a head higher than the man in her grasp, Rake's head resting just above her cleavage. She felt his lips lightly tease the lowest point of her clavicle; a surprisingly sweet gesture, given the circumstances.

She was quick to reward with an unusually tender kiss atop Rake's head as a thank-you before moving on.

Aiming him carefully, the sharktopus lowered herself again, until the moment she felt the head of his shaft brush against her waiting lips.

To Rake's astonishment he could feel what seemed to be a finer series of suckers there around her nether lips. Nothing short of pure disbelief filled his mind as they kissed at his tip, stirring some interesting mental images in his mind's eye as to what that would look like, though they didn't seem to be entirely without purpose. Their careful motions left him in just the right position, and seemed to be actually doing their best to draw him into her.

Galeia groaned contentedly. Her lover simply whimpered.

"Don't worry." She knew the cause of his concerns, "They won't get in the way."

Even as she spoke he was pulled all the way into her. It was slow, almost agonising bliss, to be fully inside of her. The caress of the suckers at the base of his girth was an indescribable added pleasure.

Though she was the one who had been holding the pair of them in place, the rock her anchor, Galeia still felt her human's hands grip tightly as he held her waist. She knew he was as eager as she was for things to continue, picking up on the more subtle signs in his expression and body-language - not to mention the raging erection that filled her. He was just working harder to hide it than she was.

She didn't see any point in prolonging the moment.

Confident that the motion wouldn't knock them over, Galeia released the rock from her clutches, Rake easily supporting her in the water.

Perfect.

She began to eagerly move against him, arms and legs providing a slow leverage, relishing those first few moments of their mating as she moved upwards, Rake sliding out of her, only to be thrust back in a moment later.

Her momentum quickly built to a deep and enthusiastic pace.

Galeia, arms at Rake's shoulders, leaned back and offered up a sultry smirk as she ground her hips against him. Rake's body soon began to respond entirely of its own accord, instinctually thrusting back up to meet the gyrating sharktopus as he gazed almost trance-like into her hungry eyes. Her upper tentacles, rather than remaining idle, coiled themselves around her own ample breasts. They squeezed and they caressed in just the way Galeia liked.

"I saw you looking earlier." She skilfully lifted one up towards her lips. Dropping her chin, she brought her tongue down across her own areola, lips deftly clamping around her nipple as she brought it to life, moaning against the pliant flesh as she lightly sank her sharp teeth into it.

She was quick to offer the other one to Rake. He didn't even hesitate, leaning in to sucks and lick hungrily at the offered breast, her skin sweet yet salty against his tongue. Their balance thrown, the water splashed about in waves around their carnal bonding.

In that instance Rake truly ceased caring that they were still being watched.

His hands found their way to Galeia's rump, the rampant sharktopus doing most of the work to lift herself. Rake's eagerness ensured that he pulled her back down again with ardent force each time she reached her zenith, his insatiable need to hilt within her irresistible.

"I love it when a male takes charge." Galeia teased as she released her breast from her tentacled grasp.

Her human's thrusting quickly became urgent, much to her obvious delight. Rake could feel one of her tentacle's run down between his legs, suckers kissing lightly at his sack and offering the occasional encouraging squeeze.

Galeia could feel them tightening with Rake's every inward thrust.

She let out a pleased growl, "Close?"

Rake grunted in affirmation.

"Then you'll love this."

He wasn't too sure what she meant, but the thought quickly slipped his mind anyway as his need began to boil. That was, until he felt one of her tentacles poking at his rear. He clenched reflexively each time he thrust up onto the wanton sharktopus, but for a moment her grip around him tightened and restricted his motions. He could feel her pull either cheek apart, suckers gripping him tightly. There was the alien sensation of another tentacle pressing at his back door.

His eyes widened as he realised what she was about to do.

He let out a yelp as the tip pushed into him, instinctively forcing his hips up as he tried to pull away. With Galeia wrapped around him and weighing him into the water there was no hope of escape. The tentacle just squirmed its way deeper.

The feeling of it was strange at first, but the way she seemed to make it pulse against his insides soon began to feel strangely pleasant. She was still grinding her hips against him, even if he had stopped thrusting so much.

An intense tingle began to flare at the root of his length.

It became too much. Rake's knees almost gave out as she did her level best to overwhelm him.

"Gonna... Cum..." he gasped into her cleavage.

"Oooh... That's exactly what I want." She teased.

Seconds later her tentacle found his prostate. The suckers caressed it as she rubbed at him. Rake was forceful, his need to hilt himself within her driving him to pull her down with a strength that caught Galeia entirely by surprise. She could feel every muscle in his body spasm, her human prey letting out a feral cry as the coiled tension within him reached the point where it would snap.

She massaged his prostate and his balls, the little suckers at her lips squeezing his length tightly all the while, and that was all it took. With a heady throb and several sharp thrusts of his hips Rake lost control with a growl and fired his seed deep into Galeia's grateful core.

"That's it..." she cooed as his warmth spread within her, each respective tentacle and her pelvic muscles milking everything that she could from him. She was going to need it all, "Every drop..."

His entire body trembled.

When he finished Rake was overcome with a heady dizziness, feeling completely spent as his knees gave way. Galeia was quick to support him so that he wouldn't fall below the water, her eight limbs keeping them both afloat as he rested his head against her soft chest.

"That was... Amazing." He gasped, still buried within the aquatic woman's core. He was about to try and remove himself, but he could feel her suckered lips doing their best to hold his softening length within her body.

"Ah ah ah." She admonished playfully, "You're staying there. We're not done yet."

He looked up at her with curiosity rife in his eyes. He felt her all around him, holding him in place, supporting his weight, and surrounding him in all the ways that she possibly could. He'd not known the touch of many females. But this one had stimulated his every sense so thoroughly and completely. He'd never known anything like it. She was a predator, and he a different sort of prey, but he was hers for as long as she willed it, that much was clear. She had total control over him to enforce her desires. He couldn't go anywhere.

Not that he would've if he could.

She had the power. She was playing with it, with him, but she wasn't abusing that privilege.

Combined with her exotic, almost alien beauty - humanoid, but distinctly non-human - there was just so much that appealed.

In that moment he felt so attracted to her that it almost hurt.

"What... What now...?" he managed to wonder out loud.

"Now... We wait." Galeia said like it was obvious

"Wait?"

She gave him a nod, arms around his neck and shoulders, holding him tightly against her, "Until you're ready for round two."

Galeia could feel him hardening within her as the promise of their future endeavours dawned upon her prey.

She smirked, "This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Forcing her lips to his, Galeia lifted herself up again and out of the water slightly, ready for more.

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Sharkbait By Sval

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Author's Note: Done on a whim after a sharktopus sighting (click if you dare) and a conversation about tentacles. Never done anything like this before, so honest opinions are welcome. Thanks for reading!